Real Modern Day Assassin Novels & Stories

“You’ll see when you have your own kids.” Jaxon pats his back with a commiserating smile. “I feel your pain, Savage. It’s hard being away from Mal. Especially now that she’s pregnant.” “Are all of you married?” I ask curiously. Believe it or not, it’s rare for an Assassin to be married. It seems that the New York branch is the exception to the rule. None of Logan’s men are married or mine. It’s unusual.

3rd Prince Carlos Relani Devion - he is a well-known battle freak, a bloodthirsty soldier, he is practically the same at the same time not with Felix the most gullible one. Then....... Emperor Cassius Vitalis - Devion - everyone describes him as an ice block, no one can look at him directly, lest their eyes itch just from his cold piercing glimpse. He is a very capable ruler despite being an ice block.

As in death? Then it came to my realization as I pondered over the term. Reaper. Grim Reaper. Death… Shit! Assassin. Tiara is an assassin. Holy… I wanted to curse aloud, but then I remembered being an undercover eavesdropper. The revelation was mind-boggling in and of itself, and I have no idea whether or not I should feel flattered by it. I mean, those types of people have had extensive training in the art of murder. Developed to be the most efficient killing machine possible, and Nikolai was their master.

I retorted. “There are many ways to kill. Brute force doesn’t equate to all of them, not even many. Death was my job, and I found it worked best when you had the element of surprise. Assassins prefer a silent, clean kill. Blood and gore is extra.” He tried a smile, but his eyes were far away and hollow.

"There are very bad things out there, Shamira, and sometimes the best way to stop wholesale carnage is a tactical strike. Banshee was Yakuza back before the word became trendy, and she's good at what she does. It'll be hard to replace her, but Shane's already looking. He'd like her to train her own replacement." "You said 'one of' earlier. How many assassins does Shane have?" "Two at the moment. Keep in mind, that Shane hasn't had this gig long, so he doesn't have his full staff. Most of us have been with him for a while. Reaper is the youngest of us." "Reaper's the big black guy isn't he?"

I spat bitterly. "You've got a point there." Ares said, "isn't it time for him to resign yet? He's like seventy, no?" I fought the urge to laugh at what he said before correcting, "He's fifty. I don't think he'll resign for another thirty years." We both stopped when we entered the hall. "See you around, il mio adorabile assassina." Ares said with a smirk. (My lovely killer/assassin) "That's a hell of a way to call a cold blooded assassin." I scoffed, my eyes darting around the place, looking for my father, ignoring all the eyes on me.

Confusion threaded i's way through the underground world of the multiple mafia families who had put a bounty on the Russian man's head, even before he had landed on American soil. Usually, a target is either assigned or their bounty is claimed within no more than three hours after the target has been taken down. It's been more than the usual three hours and the assigned assassin was just as confused as everyone else at the smoothly executed take down of his target. If it wasn't Blake who took the Russian down, then who was it? Would that assassin come forward to claim the bounty? Perhaps, in a few days, once the heat from all the news announcements have pittered out. Maybe.

I took one last look at her gravestone before turning away, walking back toward my waiting security team. I had said my goodbyes. But my war wasn’t over. ●●●●●●●● SILVIA'S POV The irony of my situation wasn’t lost on me. Five years ago, I had lived a life of power, wealth, and precision. Every mission I took was calculated, every kill rewarded with more money than most people would see in their lifetime. I was an elite assassin, feared and untouchable. Now? Now I was wiping tables at a rundown café, serving coffee for spare change.

The background sound from the TV filled the empty space and made her feel less fidgety. Ping. A message dropped, Alina was being transferred to Mexico for her pending detective case. “It can't be a coincidence.” she thought. This was her life now. Alina the Assassin. Life in the underground was hell when she first joined seven years ago. Trainings were even more brutal. But the one thing that fueled her was the burning thirst for revenge, to do that she had to survive and the only way for her to survive was to join the crime family.

“They waited for the toast.” Raven leaned up just enough to scan the mezzanine. The assassin was there, not a Corsetti foot soldier but a professional. Compact frame, matte-black rifle, the movement too clean, too sure. She took aim and fired before he could reset. The bullet caught his shoulder, spinning him backward into the glass railing. He fell without a sound. Another shot cracked the far window, Viktor flinched as a bullet grazed his arm. “There’s more than two!”